It was eight months ago I boarded the ‘Flying Hongkonger’, and we are not reaching the shore. I can’t remember how I got on the ship. It seems that I was already in this cabin when I woke up. The time here is chaotic. The bearing and heading are blurred. The only thing that keeps me awake is the writing of this Logbook.
Sometimes I can’t speak, pictures help me record; sometimes the image and memory betray me, the blank proves the existence of time.
2019.11.15
遠方的兩個孤島燒了幾天幾夜，我開始學習種植，因為總有一天需要有人在餘燼中種樹。
Two islands in distance burned for days and nights. I started to learn to plant because one day we need to plant among the embers.
